Page 20 of Deviant Bastards

“We need answers before this fucker dies, B. Get on with it,” Ric instructs, his tone bored, which is unusual for him. Barker huffs as he wrenches one of the guy’s hands towards him. The sound of bone splintering between metal teeth meets my ears, and the guy grits his teeth, but otherwise, he doesn’t make a sound.

“Guess you’re gonna be a tough nut to crack, then? Never mind, I have other toys here that will make you talk,” Barker says as he steps back towards the table and extracts a syringe filled with clear liquid. “See this right here, this will loosen your tongue a little bit,” he says menacingly as he approaches the guy again. He injects the syringe into the guy’s neck, emptying its contents.

Throwing the syringe back onto the table, the guys wait. Every now and then, one of them will glance back at me worriedly. Gryffin holds my gaze, his usually grey eyes are now as black as the night sky. “Who sent you after us,” he demands.

“We weren’t sent foryou, we were sent forher,” the guy says groggily. Whatever Barker shot him up with is working wonders. Each of the guys gnash their teeth at him, but it’s Dayton who grabs hold of the guy’s chin and begins digging around in his belly with his other hand. That elicits a scream out of our victim.

“Who fucking, sent you?” Dayton demands, all the while his hand is still inside the guy’s stomach. I struggle not to gag. I’ve seen Deacon torture guys in the past, but this... this is a whole other level of fucked up.

“The bitches were supposed to do their fucking jobs, but no... you guys threw them fucking OUT!” he roars at Dayton.

I pin Ric and Barker with a glare, raising my brow in question. “Cassandra and Carson?” Kendric asks the guy. “How the fuck did you plant them in our fucking crew?”

The guy chuckles, but it turns into more of a gurgle. “You fuckers are so stupid. You’ve got a rat.” He says as his head slumps to the side as he takes a ragged breath. Dayton removes his hand and checks the guy for a pulse.

“Fuck!” Gryffin roars. Barker storms across the room to the table, flipping the whole thing over.

“Find him,” Kendric says matter of factly.

* * *

GRYFFIN

I look at Pixie, her eyes still glued to the guy slumped on the hook. We’ve got a mother-fucking rat. Someone who brought Cassandra and Carson in to do the bidding of whatever sick fucker wants to take our girl from us. “Find him,” Ric’s voice pulls me back into the here and now.

“Who?” Gadge asks, and then it hits me.

“Aiden!” I say with intent. That fucker had to be the one who brought the girls in.That explains how Carson managed to get passed him twice.I look at Barker, who nods, telling me that he had the same train of thought that I just had.

“Carson and Cassandra are fucking mine,” Harley says, her voice low and deadly, making my dick rock fucking hard.Our blood thirsty, little Pixie.She swings her gaze to Kendric, but his eyes are still on the piece of shit Barker tortured. His eyes drop to the puddle of blood and piss on the floor.

“Let’s get out of here,” Harley states, so we all follow her back up the basement stairs; one blood thirsty queen and her kings. As we reach the top step, Ric’s phone rings in his pocket. “What?” he hisses into it. “Keep him there, we’re on our way now.” He hangs up and faces us. “Aiden’s at the house, and the grunts have taken Nuke with them already. Burn this place to the ground, we’re not coming back.”

How the fuck Aiden got to Marcus’s house before us, I’ll never know because the last time I saw him, he was helping the grunts get rid of the bodies. We exit the house, minus Gadge, and Harley begins looking around, panicked.

“He’s setting the charges, Pixie. Don’t worry, he won’t be long,” I reassure her as I wrap my arms around her and pull her towards Barker’s car. Barker drives a jet-black Nissan Rogue that he had imported from America. The car has bullet-proof glass and a v8 engine. He loves this car like it was his child. He’s spent so much time making sure that it had everything he needed. I never understood why he felt the need for bulletproof glass until now; because it will keep our girl safe. Gadge comes running out of the house just as the first explosion goes off. He whoops and hollers as he dives into the car.

“That was fun,” he says with a shit-eating grin on his face. I can’t help but shake my head at him as Harley slaps his arm. “Fucking idiot,” she grumbles as she settles down, squishing closer to me. Her breathing evens out as she quickly falls asleep.

“You think she’s gonna be, okay?” I ask Gadge, my voice barely above a whisper, too scared that I might wake her up.

“She’s tough. She will be fine,” he says. Although, he doesn’t sound like his statement is convincing him either. “We need to figure out how to deal with Aiden. We have to be smart about this because we don’t know who is behind the attack, and we have no idea who he’s told what,” Gadge says.

Ric grunts from the front passenger seat, saying, “We deal with him, and then we find the rest of the cunts. We eradicate anyone with any fucking association to him. I want to know who we can trust in our crew and the rest we dispose of.”

* * *

The remainder of the drive to the house is quiet, with each of us lost in our own thoughts. Me? I can’t stop watching Pixie as she sleeps. She has somehow turned into my safe haven, and I just hope that when she finds out everything about me, she doesn’t turn her back on me. I’m not sure I would survive that.

When we first took her, I saw her as a means to an end, a way to get her father to admit that he was the one who killed Marcus, but now? Now, I can’t imagine not having her in our lives, and I know that the rest of my brothers are feeling the same way about her. She’s bringing each of us to our knees, and she doesn’t even know it... but she will. One day in the not-too-distant future, she’s going to realise that she’s our queen, and there’s no way that we will let her go. Even if that means kidnapping her child so she can be with her mother... and us.

Barker turns up the dirt road that leads to the house.

Marcus wanted his personal home out of the way and something that had enough space for him to be able to breathe easy. That’s what makes it perfect. Just like the safe house, there’s no one around for miles, and if anyone does happen to stumble upon us, then we know that they didn’t ‘accidentally’ find us. We pass through the main gates, spotting two of the grunts on guard duty with rifles in their hand. Guns are illegal in the UK unless you have a license, but given who we are... we don’t give a fuck. Our guys are armed at all times.

Jordan exits the house and jogs down the stairs to meet us. I gently shake Harley and murmur, “Pixie, you gotta wake up, we’re here.” She grumbles something unintelligible, making me chuckle as I wait for Gadge to exit the car.

“I got her, dude,” he says as he rounds the car, opens my door, and gently lifts her into his. I watch her snuggle closer to Gadge as he carries her into the house with ease. She might not want to admit it, but she’s ours just as much as we are hers.

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